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- Saluce Tremblay - 12-05-2010 [html] Set in Arachnea's Revenge, couple of miles north of Dahlian borders
The massive male trotted along outside of Dahlian borders, this time his twin blades did not hang to either side of him, the dagger though was still nestled on a calf in case he needed to do some up close and personal blood work. No instead of swords he carried an axe, more specifically an axe for cutting down trees. On an earlier patrol he had noticed a dangerous section of fallen trees that any unsuspecting wolf could walk across and find themselves tumbling down into a mass of twisted wood and briars, along with the cold water underneath. Normally such an action by him was quite rare since it hampered travel along the Dahlian borders, made it easier for him to track certain wolves that strayed close but when thinking about it, he couldn’t just leave it for a pack mate of his to become trapped in. Really he should have asked one of the young males in the pack to come along and help him. Could have been a good exercise for them, as well as teaching them their roles in the pack as well. Without willing wolves to take care of Dahlia it would fade back into the grips of nature or under the strife of some bloody struggle. Saluce wouldn’t let that happen. As with most of the deeds he did he did not need some form of thanks or mention of it he just did his duty, glad to make the pack lands a better place. Now though his eyes studied the problem in front of him. The grey behemoth was as strong as an ox, his heavily muscled frame was enough evidence of that but he wondered if he had bit off more than he could chew as he studied the tangled mess. With a shrug of his shoulders his body when to work, first starting off by clearing his way around the tangled bridge to get a better look at the problem. The tree trunk was rotten, the bridge had to go, and he’d have to create another easy passage for travelers to traverse the small river in the winter. But first he had to demo the old bridge. His axe went to work chopping along the trunk. Long arms swung with impressive might as little chunks flew off in every direction, even into his eyes which stopped him momentarily as he cleared his vision. The plan was to cut the trunk into more manageable sections to move off before finding another tree to fell across the river. [/html] - Caillen Winters - 12-05-2010 [html] table © Noelle
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It seemed today wasn’t destined for him to be left alone, part of the reason he had decided to leave the two younger males back home was he needed to just be free of everything for a bit. The loss of his children still weighed heavily on the males mind and so far Layla and he hadn’t exactly gotten back to normal, well whatever normal was after a still birth. But his ears perked up on his head, it wasn’t a coincidence that he didn’t hear the stranger approach with the noise he was making. The axe was steadied for a moment before he rested it against his shoulder, which was an obvious sign to the stranger that he was armed. Out in no man’s land he relied on his imposing figure to scare off any would be wrong doers or to determine someone’s intent. This boy though spoke softly clearly perplexing the behemoth as he looked across at him. Blue eyes narrowed across the distance, nose testing the air wondering who he was. He didn’t smell like Dominick or any other strangers he had met outside of Dahlia so his head cocked to the side as he thought on how to address this new development. So far he didn’t seem aggressive and so took his axe and swung it one good time into the fallen tree, the strike itself slid inches deep cementing the axe for the time being into the trunk. Free of the axe he brushed off his paws before waving over to him. “Bonjour Stranger, What brings you out this way?”he asked simply enough, unsure of if this stranger would understand his French greeting. So far everyone he had addressed such a way returned his greeting with a puzzled look before he’d either have to explain in some damn boring way or ignore it and move on. His legs carried him to the stranger, since he wasn’t on pack land it was a meeting of equals and thus he wouldn’t act as if he was intruding. [/html] - Caillen Winters - 12-06-2010 [html] table © Noelle
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Still slightly cautious eyes watched the younger wolf come toward him. Each of them seemed to be wary of the other which usually meant a good thing. Saluce nodded to his greeting finding the accent reminding him a bit of some of the wolves that had traveled through England. Eyes studied the youth, noticing his appearance and the complete lack of marks or anything else hinting at a hard life. The warrior could tell much just by looking at him, he had an easy life. This boy wasn’t a warrior, looked as though he’d never been in a fight either, and some part of him felt pity to see a relatively weak young male In front of him. With that body he had a lot of potential, could become a protector and provider with such a build but he hadn’t used any of his physical gifts… at least from the scene Saluce looked at. Still though he was level headed enough to be cautious, and Saluce wasn’t in a bad enough mood to be dismissive so he humored him a bit as his question was asked. The behemoth very rarely answered a question as soon as it was asked; he’d make people wait for the answer, usually revealed more of their character. Blue orbs continued studying him before he smiled and cocked his head to the side and motioned at what he was working on. “I’d love to chat but I’m a bit busy, if you’d like to help your welcome to. The log is rotten, and a danger to anyone using it as a bridge, Taking it down, then I’ll find another tree to fell as a bridge.” As with all things that Saluce ever did with younger male’s it was always a test. This one seemed like he needed to learn a lesson, needed something from him and manual labor always did the trick. As he walked back to the log he finally answered his question over his shoulder to the youth.
“It’s Saluce and I’m from Dahlia” he said before waiting to see if he took his offer. [/html] - Caillen Winters - 12-15-2010 [html] table © Noelle
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As the boy approached his eyes still appraised his behavior. It would have been fitting if they both came from the same pack as a superior and a submissive but out in the wilderness the boy didn’t have to act in such a fashion. It was humbling but he just smiled a bit and shook his head as a heavily muscled arm pulled the axe from the tree trunk. Oh but Saluce had an axe and he figured if the boy could learn to swing it and work with it, maybe he’d find out something about himself in the process. “Now. To swing an axe is an artform. It takes your whole body to do so, but the hardest part is mental. Having confidence in yourself is the key.” Saluce properly showed him how to hold it then demonstrated the swinging motion before taking a massive swing himself into the tree trunk with wood chips flying. He was obviously creating a V shape into the trunk with different angles to cut into it. Just chopping blindly wouldn’t get him anywhere. “Follow the V I’ve already started, alternating from one angle to the other. Start slow until your confidence builds. This tree is rotten so don’t pay much attention to how pretty it is. Once you’ve chopped off this section we will haul it off together.” It was simple enough. He’d be close by to watch and help if the youth was having troubles. Saluce walked off to continue hauling off limbs and other trash from the site. [/html] - Caillen Winters - 01-01-2011 [html] table © Noelle
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Ears twitched as he listened to the youth behind him. Eyes did not have to see to know how he was doing, each axe swing brought along the sound of failure and the chorus of grunts, then growls only helped to reinforce everything he had heard. Finally it seemed Caillen had already quit, his voice rang out in defeat, and Saluce could only wonder if the youth knew defeat more then he knew success. The behemoth let him sit there for a moment as he continued clearing the bank of wood and brush. Almost waiting to see if he’d again resume trying to learn how to wield that axe, but no such sounds greeted his ears as he turned back toward the youth. Eyes inspected the mess that had become of the log, off centered hits, miss hits, and the clumsiness with which he struck the log. A strong hand grabbed the axe in an almost vile fashion as blues burned at the youth for a moment. Something was bugging this boy beyond his failure at swinging an axe, and he figured he was going to have to learn to think clearer. “Stop thinking emotionally, focus on the task, see in your mind where you are going to hit and make your body do it. Quit letting your frustration get to you.” Were his simple instructions to the youth as he inspected the axe for any damage. Satisfied that he hadn’t broken the axe he handed it back to him. Eyes stern with authority. “Now stop trying and do it” apparently he couldn’t refer to him as a man, he’d have to refer to him as a boy, since he didn’t have the maturity to be considered grown up. [/html] - Caillen Winters - 01-02-2011 [html] table © Noelle
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Saluce watched him as his hands rested on his hips. He could only guess as to what had brought this young male out into the wilderness. Eyes looking over him knowing he wasn’t exactly suited to be roaming around by himself, as if he were soft. But within all men was the capacity to be great, one didn’t just have to be a big brute, good with a sword or axe, but the meaning was the same. Caillen needed to learn it seemed how to be a man. Men didn’t quit, they may fail but never quit and when he handed the axe back to him and he tried again, he couldn’t consider that there was hope still left for him. Then as he watched he seemed to have absorbed some of the information he had given him. Success often brought the self worth to continue and continue the young man did, and as Saluce watched, each axe swing was more successful then the last. Eyes meet the other blues and he simply nodded in acceptance of his small success. “Never let self doubt, seep into your head. It only corrupts and clouds your vision from what you are truly capable of” he offered him before he returned to his side. Eyes looking over his handiwork before making a judgment as to how many more swings it would take before the tree would be ready to break apart making it easier for them to carry. “So why are you out here all by yourself Caillen?” he asked out of the blue, seemingly like he had wanted to ask it all along, but there was a purpose to it all. With each lesson learned, that lesson needed to be applied to past decisions, and maybe he could use his recent success as a metaphor, at least if there was something troubling him. [/html] - Caillen Winters - 01-18-2011 [html] table © Noelle
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Blue eyes just watched and listened to the young male. If there was one thing the dark gray male had experience with was fucking up. All he could do was continue onward and hope he could work out some sort of life that meant something for himself. And now he was close to ending a mistake he had made. That would be tough for even him but it needed to be done. Saluce as always let the other person finish speaking before he would chime in with anything. The axe swing that finally broke through the log ended his explanation. Well lack thereof, he understood enough though from what he shared that something had happened between him and his mother. Emotions running wild where a bad thing in most every case and even he was a sinner in that area as much as he was. “Anger gets the better of us; it’s a disease at times. Can’t take it back either. Best thing you can do is apologize. Part of growing up is owning up to your mistakes. We’ve all made them” he spoke quite easily as he looked around for a place to have him carry this log too. Knowing he’d probably be better off at the lighter end he motioned for him to set the axe down and down to the other end. It wasn’t a slight against the young males honor or his build, just an honest assessment of the help he currently had. “let’s move it off to the side, into the creek, will create a nice little pool for fishing later” He pointed to where he wanted to carry it off to and took up his stance to wait for him. It would be heavy and wouldn’t be easy to move. Eyes looked over at him waiting for him to announce his compliance and he would give his end a great lift with his well toned body. “Jussst lift with your legs, we will…. Worrrk it over slowly” he said in stressed gasps holding he could hold his end of the bargin. [/html] |